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Zhang Song has two cameras, one is new, and it is used to take pictures of tourists;

Jiang Lu stood in front of the monument holding an umbrella, looking at Zhang Song behind him through the camera, his expression should be...

"Stop!" Wang Xu waved his hand.

Ling Jiale showed anxiety.He knew that he hadn't acted well. When he looked at Shen Ge just now, even through a camera, he couldn't help but feel nervous, and his expression couldn't be controlled.

"Do you think Jiang Lu has taken pictures before?" Wang Xu came over and asked Ling Jiale.

Ling Jiale nodded dully.

"Then why are you so afraid of acting? He is not from the Qing Dynasty who has never had a photo taken before." Wang Xu said and left.

Ling Jiale lowered her head in shame.

What is he afraid of?

He was afraid that Shen Ge would look down on him.

Shen Ge had a nosebleed last night, he excused himself from the heat and wanted to rest early, politely asked him to leave, and said that the wet clothes could continue to be hung with him, and he would pick them up when they were dry the next day.

At that time, he was still very proud, secretly pleased that his body should meet the "courtship standard" that Shen Ge said.

But when he returned to his room, his courage broke.

He thought of the comments about himself on the Internet, and belatedly realized that his behavior completely matched those words - coquettish, mean, wanton, shameless...

He was so startled that his hands and feet were cold, and he stood alone in the entrance and was startled.

He knew that Shen Ge had read his previous news, but he didn't know how much he had read and believed...

In those news, he has always been an image of indiscretion, not only talking about his playboy image when he was in love, but also saying that he traded his body for fame, men, women, young, old...there are so many rumors, it’s fair to say So really, sometimes when I look at him, I feel puzzled, thinking that I really lost my memory...

Would Shen Ge also think of this?Will Shen Ge realize that he is deliberately seducing?A person who keeps saying that he is a straight man shows off his body to seduce a gay man... He himself thinks it's too cheap, what would Shen Ge think?

No one knows how long Ling Jiale stood alone at the entrance last night.Xiao Li came out after watching a movie in the bedroom and saw him sleepy. He saw him standing alone in a narrow space, surrounded by the light of several spotlights above.He leaned on the wall with one hand, his eyes were staring like a demon, and his face was full of tears.

"What's wrong?" Shen Ge ran over, with a camera hanging around his neck, and looked down at him earnestly, "The director isn't too aggressive, why does he look like he's about to cry?"

"Hey——Shen Ge, why are you moving around!" Wang Xu was about to shout to start filming when he found that one of the actors had run away.

Shen Ge turned his head to Wang Xu and made an accommodating expression, "Director, let's talk about the scene, it will be ready soon!"

Wang Xu raised his hand impatiently, expressing tolerance for his obvious excuse.

Shen Ge lowered his head and took a quick look at Ling Jiale, "Aren't you angry with me?"

Ling Jiale raised her head and looked at him in surprise.

Shen Ge was relieved, and said with a sneer: "I thought... I made you unhappy yesterday."

Ling Jiale smiled slowly, and with the unfolding of his smile, his brows and eyes gradually returned to their former vitality.

There was a reserved smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were arrogant and mischievous, "Why should I be angry with you?"

Shen Ge was stopped by his question, and scratched the back of his neck helplessly, with a little naive energy.

Because he had obscene thoughts about Ling Jiale's dance art, and his nose bleeds in front of people?Because he couldn't take it anymore, and he hurriedly drove people away without regard to politeness?

"You... are not angry, so why didn't you wait for me to consecrate together this morning?"

Ling Jiale's eyeballs slid half a circle and stopped at the corners of his eyes, humming softly at him, "I want to be lazy for a day, can't I?"

Shen Ge grinned, "No, you can't steal even if you're lazy all day." He turned to look at Wang Xu, and patted Ling Jiale's arm, "Looking for the feeling, Jiang Lu should be shy and joyful at the moment... ..." His face was slightly hot, "I love you, huh?"

Ling Jiale's face was also hot, "Ah... Got it."

Shy, joyful, and admiring, Ling Jiale's expression was like this when he blatantly looked at Shen Ge through the camera.

After taking photos of the monument, taking advantage of the light rain today, Wang Xu asked Shen Ge to take Ling Jiale around the old streets of the film and television city on a bicycle to save some material.

After the executive director yelled "Stop work", Shen Ge didn't stop the car, but pedaled more vigorously, and drove Ling Jiale out of the shooting site with a "swish".

Ling Jiale sat behind and grabbed his clothes, and shouted in surprise: "Where are you going?"

Shen Ge looked back at him with a smile: "Take a walk, it's very interesting here."

Ling Jiale looked around, and the street scenes of the eighties and 90s passed before his eyes

"That's it?" he asked happily.This is a non-tourist area, very quiet, there is no one there, only the two of them.

"Well! I've told the director beforehand, and I'm going to borrow his car, just to go around and see and see." Shen Ge tried his best to find reasons for himself, afraid that Ling Jiale would not be willing.

"Hmm..." The person behind him responded softly, wrapping an arm around his waist.

The assistant director in the distance saw the two protagonists running away on the props, very puzzled, and asked Wang Xu: "Director, where are they going?" The car is calm, I remember..."

Wang Xu watched the two people go farther and farther in the car, and shook his head with a smile: "Let them play and relax. Tonight's show will suffer."

In the evening they shot the night scene for the first time, at first in a movie theater.

What was shown on the screen was an old movie that had been watched several times, and the time was not good, so not many people watched it.

Zhang Song and Jiang Lu were sitting in the back row, and their minds had long since given up on movies.

The door in the back row opened suddenly, and the outside light leaked in, and the two separated immediately.

Two beams of flashlights shone on them, sweeping their faces and bodies, "What are you doing! You think others can't see you! Come out! Come with us!"

When the audience in the front row heard the commotion, they all turned their heads to watch the commotion, and found that the two men who stood up had strange expressions on them.

Jiang Lu followed Zhang Song, and when the theater security escorted him out like a prisoner, he heard a child ask her parents, "What are they doing?"

The parents scolded in a low voice: "It's not a good thing! Children don't ask!"

The security room was small and messy, and smelled of cigarettes. A security guard lit a new cigarette as soon as he entered the room, and Jiang Lu started coughing.

Zhang Song took out the cigarette case to offer cigarettes to the two security guards, and said with a smile on his face, "Try this from mine, bought from a store in Yunnan."

The security guard who was smoking a cigarette craned his neck for a look, was pushed by the other, and shouted at Zhang Song: "Put away your things! What do you think of us!"

"Is there some misunderstanding? We're just watching a movie—"

The security guard who didn't smoke sneered: "Watching a movie? Didn't watch enough last time, and I have to watch this one again? Why don't you sit forward if you like watching it so much? If you sit so far back, who will see it?"

The smile on Zhang Song's face was slightly stiffer: "There is no rule that you can't watch the same movie twice, right? We bought the tickets."

"Huh! Stop looking for reasons. The audience reported you in the last show, saying that when you were watching a movie..." The security guard showed an unspeakable expression, "Two big men kept mumbling while watching a movie, so close , We saw it just now, just now... just your hand, where did you put it? Did it stick in his pants? Ah? You want to deny it, we all saw it!"

Zhang Song's expression turned ugly, and he put the cigarettes in his pocket, "It's nothing, you guys are wrong."

"Oh, read it wrong? Why don't you take off his pants to see if there is any evidence?" The smoking security guard pointed at Jiang Lu and smiled.

"Fuck you!" Zhang Song jumped up and punched the security guard's neck. The security guard fell to the ground and was about to kick Zhang Song's leg, but Zhang Song stomped his ankle and screamed.

The security guard who didn't smoke yelled: "Don't move! Don't move! We have called the police before! The police station is right next door, someone will come right away!"

Jiang Lu was so frightened that his face paled. He rushed forward and hugged Zhang Song's arm tightly, and shouted, "Stop beating! Stop beating! The police are coming!"